I have ventured,Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,This many summers in a sea of glory,But far beyond my depth: my high-blown prideAt length broke under me, and now has left me,Weary and old with service, to the mercyOf a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.Shakespeare.King Henry VIII., Act III. Scene 2. (Wolseys Farewell to all his greatness.)